I took my laptop to the hospital. I don’t really know what I was thinking. When I’d packed it in my tote bag, I figured there’d be lots of sitting and waiting—and there was. But did I really think I’d do anything but stand next to my son’s hospital bed? Because that’s what I did…
The Promise is His Presence
When
when the alarm didn’t go off and the day started late when the surgeon called and the news wasn’t great when the date didn’t show and the heart needed mending when the mask slipped a little and there’s no more pretending when the teacher’s notes were discouraging at best when there is no rest even…
He’s Already There
My friend sat next to me in my living room. I still had the pink and teal couch back then, a confection of polyester and silver thread I’d inherited that was exactly as garish and horrifying as it sounds. I put it on the curb in front of my house last summer because I’d finally…
Not What We Expected
Before Genesis, He was. Before the garden, before the fruit and the snake and the shame, He was. Before the Lord spoke words that formed stars and dirt from nothing, tree branches and blades of grass from emptiness, He was. Before there was light, He was. Jesus was. Jesus, the Son, was with God in the…
The Promise is His Presence
On December 13, 2014, I wrote the following words in my journal in the midst of an excruciating battle with bitterness and pain: I’m realizing that He has loved me all along. Has been with me every day, especially the dark ones. He never abandons His children. He will always keep His promise of His…
Never Alone
Janie and I met as teenagers. She walked with me through my infertility, and I supported her through her years of singleness. We both became ministry wives, then mothers. Janie seemed to be made for mothering. She was the one I turned to when my son was little and I was unsure how to deal with…